Mortal Body, Comparable to Gods? No, It's Whipping Gods!

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

The Sea God stood frozen in place, his lofty, contemptuous smile still stiff on his face.

Slowly, almost mechanically, he lowered his head.

He looked at the arm he had stretched toward Tang San, ready to snatch the whip away.

A vivid red welt was appearing on his divine skin at a visible speed, swiftly swelling.

A searing pain, mixed with the sting of his divine power being eroded, crashed through his nerves!

"Argh—!!!"

A shriek so agonized it changed pitch burst from the Sea God's throat.

He yanked his arm back as though it had touched red-hot iron, clutching the welt tightly with his other hand. Pain made his whole body curl up, and beads of cold sweat instantly formed on his forehead.

This whip contained that madwoman's divine power! It was specially made to suppress divine souls!

"You..."

The Sea God abruptly looked up. His eyes, bloodshot from the excruciating pain, stared fixedly at Tang San, filled with boundless absurdity and disbelief.

He... a mortal! A mere mortal brat who did not even count as an ant in his eyes!

He actually dared... actually dared to strike him?!

"You fucking..."

Overwhelming rage instantly burned away the last shred of his reason. He wanted to roar, to curse this reckless mortal with the most vicious words he knew.

But what answered him was another shriek tearing through the air!

Tang San looked at the former Deity before him, clutching his arm with a savage expression. The taut string in his heart, wound tight by fear, did not loosen after he lashed out for the first time. Instead, it twisted in some strange way.

The fear of being dominated by that madwoman yesterday had somehow produced a bizarre chemical reaction with the sight